A Red-Headed Document for Humanitarian Asylum, a Physical Severance

Three minutes.

The data model projected into the air by Technology Minister Wanda resembled a cold hourglass, silently calculating the countdown to the existence of a life form.

Irreversible.

These two words marked the technical end of this remote erasure operation.

Hela's gaze shifted between Lynn and the dissipating Wanda-838, and her body temperature seemed to drop even further. Banishing an energy entity on the verge of collapse was standard operating procedure for the Stability Maintenance Office.

Lynn shifted his gaze from the data model.

He didn't look at the woman curled up in pain, nor did he pay attention to Hela's questioning gaze.

He looked at the Liaison Office Chief Gwen Stacy.

"Director Gwen Stacy."

"Exist."

"Draft a document." Lynn's voice was calm, devoid of any emotion. "Official letterhead, urgent, highest priority."

The Data Pad in Gwen Stacy's hand lit up, and she entered the document drafting interface.

"Document title," Lynn paused briefly, carefully choosing his words, "Decision on Granting Humanitarian Asylum to Comrade ' Scarlet, ' a Persecuted Person in Earth-838, and Establishing His Status as an Asset Member of the Negative Zone Management Committee."

Comrade.

assets.

Two words of completely different natures were placed side by side in the title of an official document, which seemed extremely incongruous, yet it exuded an unquestionable authority.

Inside the meeting room, apart from the faint sound of Gwen Stacy's fingertips tapping on the Virtual Keyboard, there was no other sound.

Technology Minister Wanda looked at Lynn, her eyes revealing, for the first time, pure and undisguised confusion.

She couldn't understand.

When life was slipping away in minutes, the Director's first reaction was not to find a solution, but to go through a cumbersome internal paperwork process.

"Main text." Lynn's voice continued, as if reciting a regulation he already knew by heart.

"Given that the high-energy Earth-838 entity ' Scarlet ' Illuminati, and today suffered a unilateral and illegal conceptual-level erasure attack within our jurisdiction..."

"Their actions have seriously violated the basic consensus on the right to life and Jurisdiction in the Interdimensional Bilateral Agreement and constitute a serious Dimension act of persecution."

"To demonstrate the humanitarian stance of our Negative Zone Management Committee and to uphold the seriousness and impartiality of cross -Dimension laws, the Management Committee's Director's Office Meeting has urgently reviewed and decided..."

Gwen Stacy's fingers flew across the paper, quickly filling the document template with lines of cold, formulaic official language.

"First, effective immediately, ' Scarlet ' is granted formal humanitarian asylum, and his life and safety are under the highest legal protection of the Negative Zone Management Committee."

"Second, his original status as ' Associate Researcher (Probationary Period)' is terminated. Based on his special circumstances, he is reclassified as a 'Specially Protected Strategic-Level Living Asset,' file number K-01."

"Third, given the unique and special nature of this asset, the Technology Integration Department and Phoenix Guard are authorized to take all necessary 'compliant' technical measures to sever all illegal external connections, while ensuring the asset's activity and integrity."

"This decision shall take effect immediately upon issuance."

Lynn finished narrating.

Gwen Stacy had just typed the last word.

The countdown shows less than a minute and a half left.

Wanda-838's body had become so blurred that it almost merged with the wall behind her, with only her Scarlet eyes stubbornly proving her existence.

Gwen Stacy projected the prepared document onto the table in front of Lynn.

"Director, please sign off."

Lynn picked up the data approval pen on the table and, without hesitation, wrote his name in the approval column at the end of the document.

Lynn.

The two characters, written with sharp strokes, were executed in one breath.

As he finished writing, the digital signature emitted a faint glow and then solidified on the document.

"Archive." Lynn put down his pen.

"Yes." Gwen Stacy pressed the confirm button.

"The document has been signed and copied to all departments, entered into the Management Committee's Central Database... Archiving successful."

Just as Gwen Stacy uttered the word "success".

The most fundamental rules of Negative Zone have been activated.

This is neither earth-shattering magic nor a cataclysmic energy burst.

It was just an instruction.

A compliant administrative order that has just completed all procedures, been stamped with the official seal, and officially entered into the file.

Lynn sat motionless in the main seat.

In the eyes of Technology Minister Wanda, the Scarlet Chaos Energy was no longer a disordered turbulent flow, but instantly condensed into an incomparably pure and refined stream of computing power, which was injected into the entire system of the White Bone Hall.

At the same time, an invisible, higher-level firewall was awakened. It was the Phoenix Force belonging to Jean Grey, which had always existed as the bottom layer of defense in the Negative Zone, and now it had received authorization from the highest command.

The computing power of Chaos is responsible for analysis.

The Phoenix's power is responsible for execution.

Two originally unrelated ultimate forces have been perfectly integrated under the framework of the Red-Headed Document on "humanitarian asylum".

A thin, wisp of light, interwoven with gold and red, appeared in the air of the conference room.

It has no temperature, and no physical form.

It accurately captured the Blue Data Stream escaping from Wanda-838 and traced them back at a speed beyond the concept of physics.

The light beam instantly extended to the edge of the void, locking onto the remote command source from the Illuminati hidden in the Dimension rift.

There was no explosion.

There was no collision.

The light passed by very gently.

It was as if a red-hot Scalpel had precisely severed an invisible nerve.

Sizzle.

A very faint sound, like static electricity being released.

Inside the conference room, all the Blue Data Stream that were escaping from Wanda-838 abruptly stopped.

The woman who was about to be erased shuddered violently, and the excruciating pain originating from the level of existence vanished instantly.

The ethereal body began to solidify again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a few seconds, she transformed from a semi-transparent Phantom back into a real, flesh-and-blood entity.

She slumped in the chair, panting heavily, her forehead covered in cold sweat, her chest heaving violently.

The crisis is over.

Gwen Stacy calmly manipulated the Data Pad, packaging all the parameters of the golden-red ray from before, along with Wanda-838's vital signs recovery curve, into a single file named "Emergency Intervention Report for Asset K-01," and storing it in the evidence database.

Hela's hand had completely left the sword hilt; she looked at Lynn with a complex expression.

Technology Minister Wanda closed the data model in front of her. She looked at the counterpart who had escaped death, her face expressionless.

At the end of the long table, Wanda-838 finally caught her breath.

She looked up, across the long table, her gaze fixed on Lynn at the head of the table.

Those Scarlet eyes no longer held the fervor and attachment they once had, nor the lingering fear of escaping death.

What remains is a pure, complete faith that regards the other person as the sole meaning of one's existence.

She struggled to stand up, seemingly trying to kneel in reverence, but her weakness caused her to slump back into the chair.

An assassination attempt that could shake the Multiverse was thwarted without bloodshed by a single Red-Headed Document.

A brief silence fell over the meeting room.

Lynn looked at the newly signed electronic document on the table, as well as the thick stack of "evidence of violations" that Gwen Stacy had compiled, and was about to adjourn the meeting.

Half an hour later.

There was a knock on the door of the Director's Office in the White Bone Hall.

Tap, tap, tap.

The knocking was neither too loud nor too soft, but very rhythmic, revealing the visitor's restless state of mind.

"Enter."

The door was pushed open, and the Technology Minister, Wanda, walked in.

She looked at Lynn sitting behind the desk, the cold pretense on her face finally disappearing, leaving only an undisguised, intense possessiveness and a hint of... grievance.

"That new girl," Wanda's voice was low, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor, "Where is she sleeping tonight?"